Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

He clasped his hands together and bowed gently, saying, "Two female donors, what are you doing here? Are you lost?"

"Is Master Yuanzhi here?" The heroic and charming black-clad girl clasped her hands together and looked around.

Fakong said, "Female donors, are you looking for the master?"

"Master?!" The graceful woman with a black veil, whose snow-white skin was faintly visible, cried out.

Fakong nodded slowly, "The master has passed away."

"Passed away..." the black-clad woman murmured, shaking her head vigorously, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Fakong glanced at her and did not ask rashly.

The black-clad girl frowned and said, "When did Master Yuanzhi pass away?"

"The master passed away on May 16th." Fakong said.

When he said this time, he suddenly realized.

He had only been in this world for more than three months, but so many things had happened in these three months that it felt like thirty years had passed.

"How could it be..." the black-clad woman murmured, unable to believe it.

She gently took off the black veil, revealing a face that was both happy and angry, beautiful and flawless, with white and flawless skin.

Her almond eyes and peach cheeks, and her red lips were as plump and rosy as cherries, exuding a fatal temptation, tempting others to take a bite.

At this time, her white and delicate face was already covered with tears, and the tears were still falling.

Fakong remained silent.

He judged that the woman should be in her forties, and her cultivation was deep, she was already in the Shenyuan realm, and she was a master of Diaoyue Dao.

Although the anti-aging effect of Diaoyue Dao martial arts was not as strong as that of Mingyue Temple, it was stronger than other martial arts. When you are young, your cultivation is high, and you will age very slowly.

He was very familiar with the breath of Diaoyue Dao, and he felt the breath of Diaoyue Dao when he saw this woman.

The black-clothed girl moved her green jade fingers and counted: "It's almost four months, why is there no news at all?!"

Fakong shook his head and sighed.

Yuanzhi was a disciple whose martial arts were abolished. Everyone in the Vajra Temple was very secretive. How could the news be spread?

The black-veiled woman suddenly softened.

"Aunt Yan." The black-clothed girl hurriedly supported her.

Fakong said, "Let's talk in the pavilion."

The black-clothed girl helped the middle-aged woman up the corridor and entered the Yingxin Pavilion.

After sitting down, the middle-aged woman stood up again, turned around and held the pillar of the pavilion to look towards the mountain wall.

A string of tears fell down, sliding across the snow-white and delicate face, and quickly seeped into the blue brick floor.

The black-clothed girl looked at her gently trembling back and shook her head.

My heart was filled with infinite sympathy and regret.

I thought it was a happy reunion, but it turned out to be a farewell forever.

I was too careless and should have inquired about the news in advance.

If I knew it was like this, I shouldn't have encouraged Aunt Yan to come. I didn't know that Yuanzhi was dead, and Aunt Yan still had a thought in her heart.

Now that I know, I'm afraid I'm dead.

She turned to look at Fakong: "Why don't you ask who we are?"

"Who are the two female donors...?"

"This is my Aunt Yan, Tang Yueyan." The black-clothed girl said calmly: "I am Yang Ying."

"Donor Yang, Donor Tang." Fakong said calmly: "I am Fakong."

"Master Fakong, how did Master Yuanzhi pass away? Was he sick or was he killed by someone?" Her starry eyes were blazing.

If there was a murderer, then Aunt Yan still had a hope of revenge, at least this hope would support her through this period of time.

"Master died of old age, without illness." Fakong said slowly: "He died suddenly."

"Did he leave any words before he passed away?" Yang Ying asked.

Fakong shook his head gently.

"Did you leave any verses?"

"No."

"How has Yuanzhi... been doing these years?" Tang Yueyan asked in a low voice with her back to them.

Her voice was trembling.

"Not bad." Fakong said slowly: "Devoting himself to medicinal herbs, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, peaceful and harmonious."

"Is he really peaceful and harmonious?" Tang Yueyan asked tremblingly: "He doesn't blame... hate?"

Fakong was silent.

No matter how stupid he was, he could guess Tang Yueyan's identity now.

But he never expected that Master Yuanzhi's lover was actually a disciple of Diaoyue Dao.

He was very curious about why Master Yuanzhi fell in love with her.

Although Tang Yueyan was born beautiful, there were so many beauties in the world, why did Master Yuanzhi like her?

He resisted the urge to use his fate.

After all, it was a thing of the past, and the master was dead, the dead were gone, and the past was gone with the wind.

For such a love affair, what does it matter if you know it or not? There is really nothing to be curious about.

"Fakong, tell me, how is Yuanzhi doing." Tang Yueyan turned around and wiped away her tears.

Her snow-white face was already flushed, her eyelids were swollen, and her cheeks were white and rosy, making her look very charming.

Her tearful eyes stared at Fakong, revealing a pleading look.

"Yes, tell the truth." Yang Ying said softly: "Aunt Yan has a deep affection for Master Yuanzhi and has never married. Although the two of them are separated, their hearts are connected."

"Ying'er!" Tang Yueyan said.

Yang Ying stuck out her tongue and quickly closed her mouth.

Fakong looked up at the sky and fell into memories.

"Wait a minute." He suddenly jumped out of the pavilion and floated into the house. Faning and Lin Feiyang looked at him with concern.

Fakong waved his hand at them, indicating that they didn't need to pay attention, went into the house to get a box, and floated back to the pavilion.

The two women's eyes fell on the purple box.

The box was about one foot square. When it was opened, there was a string of Buddhist beads inside.

It's just that one of the beads in this string is made of red coral, which is incompatible with the other beads. It's the one that Yuan Zhi wears all the time.

"Every night, Master will sit under the moonlight and stare at this string of beads in trance." Fa Kong pointed to the beads.

Tang Yueyan shed tears again.

She reached into her bosom with her jade hand and took out a sachet. The sachet tipped over and a Buddha bead rolled down on her jade palm.

Fa Kong knew at a glance that this Buddhist bead was the missing one in Yuanzhi's string of Buddhist beads.

Fakong sighed.

It seems that Master Yuan Zhi has never forgotten his love and has been deeply in love with Tang Yueyan.

And Tang Yueyan couldn't forget her feelings and kept thinking about her master Yuan Zhi.

"Monk, give this string of beads to Aunt Yan."

"...Okay." Fakong nodded slowly.

He picked up the beads with both hands and handed them to Tang Yueyan.

If this string of Buddhist beads is left here, why not give it to Tang Yueyan? Maybe this is Master Yuanzhi's wish.

Tang Yueyan's jade hands were trembling as she slowly approached the Buddha bead. Finally, she held it with both palms and slowly placed it on her heart. She held it tightly and it hurt her heart.

She began to sob, and the sobs got harder and harder, until she burst into tears.

After twenty years of waiting, I thought that the world would change and time would pass, and the clouds would clear and the fog would clear, and we would finally see each other. But in the end, it turned out that heaven and earth were separated forever, and we could never see each other again!

We agreed to forget each other in the world, but we can never forget them.

We had agreed to meet again in twenty years, but we couldn't.

The Dharma was empty and tithing, and it was silent.

Yang Ying's eyes turned red.

She pursed her red lips tightly to prevent herself from crying.

After a long while, Tang Yueyan's crying gradually became lower and she was sobbing slightly.

Yang Ying sighed and asked: "Monk, tell us about Master Yuanzhi's life and what he usually does."

"After master lost his martial arts skills, he opened up this medicine valley and grew medicine all day long to make a living. It is considered a self-contained place. The disciples of the Vajra Temple will not come to disturb it." Fakong said: "My life is very peaceful."

"That's not bad."

"I caused him trouble." Tang Yueyan wiped away her tears and whispered.

Fa Kong was silent.

Why Master Yuan Zhi was banned from martial arts must be because of her.

"I didn't expect that Master Yuanzhi is also proficient in medicinal materials." Yang Ying said: "Aunt Yan, you are also proficient in medicinal materials. Is it because of this that we got to know each other?"

Tang Yueyan shook her head gently: "He didn't recognize the medicinal materials originally."

Fakong understood immediately.

Master Yuanzhi’s medicinal knowledge came from Tang Yueyan.

Tang Yueyan said softly: "I gave him a copy of "Youcao Lu" at the beginning, but I didn't expect him to learn it."

"You Cao Lu? Aunt Yan, it would be terrible if the clan knew about this!" Yang Ying was speechless.

"Youcao Lu" is the secret biography of Diaoyue Dao.

Martial arts secrets are not that important to Diao Yuedao. Except for the Heavenly Demon Scripture, the rest of the secret techniques and miraculous skills are all in the Heavenly Demon Secret Scripture.

Youcaolu is the foundation of Diaoyue Dao, and the method of cultivating medicinal materials on it is the result of the hard work of countless seniors.

With these medicinal materials, elixirs can be refined, which is of great importance to Diaoyue Dao.

Tang Yueyan shook her head gently: "Only the two of us know, he won't reveal it, who will know?"

"...Same." Yang Ying nodded.

Fakong was stunned.

No wonder Master Yuanzhi was never allowed to record it. The knowledge about cultivating medicinal materials could only be kept in the mind and was never allowed to be written down.

"Senior Tang, you might as well take a look at the medicinal materials master planted." Fakong said.

"Let's go take a look." Yang Ying said hurriedly.

The three of them left Yingxin Pavilion and came to the medicine garden.

Tang Yueyan looked at these medicinal materials one by one, as if she saw the scene where Yuan Zhi took careful care of them. When she saw these medicinal materials, she seemed to see Yuan Zhi.

Fakong did not interrupt and allowed Tang Yueyan to walk around on her own.

Yang Ying winked at him.

The two came to Yingxin Pavilion.

"Monk, did Master Yuanzhi leave anything else?"

"No."

"Think about it again, is there really none?" Yang Ying frowned and looked at him: "There are no letters or anything like that? Or a oral message?"

Fakong smiled and shook his head.

Yang Ying snorted.

"Alas..." Yang Ying shook her head and said, "My poor Aunt Yan has been waiting for twenty years, but in the end it was all in vain."

"As a disciple of Cantian Dao, Donor Yang wants to go to Dayong via King Kong Peak, right?" He is not only proficient in Yueyue Dao, but also the mental method of Cantian Dao.

"Yeah." Yang Ying nodded: "I hope your Vajra Temple won't mess around, I don't want to start a fight with you."

"Didn't Cantian Dao have the order to conflict with the Vajra Temple?"

"By whose order?"

"It seems not."

"Monk, you are very confident. Do you think your Vajra Temple can conquer my Cantian Dao?"

"Donor Yang misunderstood." Fakong shook his head: "The Dayong Wulin is dangerous, so it's better to be careful."

"Aren't you hoping that our entire army will be wiped out so that Can Tiandao's strength can be weakened?"

"No matter how the Demon Sect and the Three Sects fight, they are still fighting among themselves, which is different from Dayong." Fakong said slowly: "I still know this big deal."

"Oh... it would be great if everyone in your Vajra Temple were so sensible." Yang Ying sighed.

Tang Yueyan observed each plant one by one and called Faning over. If any medicinal plant was not right, he would point it out directly and explain it in detail.

Faning listened carefully and discussed it with Tang Yueyan.

Yang Ying breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this situation.

Fakong said: "Donor Yang and Senior Tang are...?"

“Although Aunt Yan is a moon-diao, she has taken care of me since I was a child,” Yang Ying said, “My mother passed away after giving birth to me, and it was Aunt Yan who took care of me.”

PS: Update completed, the monthly ticket ranking has slipped, I am desperate.